Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly cold, and the corners of his lips faded into a playful mood: "If you listen to me, don't mess with the four of them!"

Fatty Feng curled his lips disdainfully: "Is it because they looked like they were old men, as if someone owed them money and didn't pay it back?!!"

Who can't pretend to be cool and pretend to be an old man?

But pretending to be like a gangster may not be a gangster!

What can't be messed with?!

Ling Luoyu smiled even more: "If you don't believe it, just go and have a chance to see what the consequences will be!"

Feng Chenglin was scared by Ling Luoyu's fooling, so he turned around and looked at her.

"San Master, are you fooling me again..."

Ling Luoyu was too lazy to pay attention to him and went to get his equipment.

Feng Chenglin consciously found a step for himself.

"I didn't offend me, why should I mess with you?"

He muttered, he carried his backpack on his backpack and glanced at the four people for the last time, but he met a pair of hostile eyes.

In an instant, a sense of awe-inspiring coldness that had never been seen before was enveloped, making him feel like he fell into an ice cave, his whole body was cold, as if even the cracks of his bones were emitting cold air.

What's even more terrifying is that the thriller spread from the bottom of his heart to the soul in an instant, giving him the illusion of facing Yin Jie's killing god.

This feeling tear his soul and rolled him to the endless abyss of hell.

Almost at the same time, Yuan An noticed an abnormality in the air!

What a powerful mental power!

He raised his head in shock and saw Feng Chenglin's pale face.

Intuition, he had no time to think, and suddenly pushed his shoulder with one hand.

"The wind turns into the forest!"

Fatty Feng staggered under his feet and shivered with a chill all over.

It was this shock that he suddenly woke up and turned his head to look at Yuan An as if he was about to turn his head.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yuan An's face turned pale: "It's okay, you're just lost your mind!"

He dared not tell Feng Chenglin the facts so as not to cause his panic.

At the same time, Ling Luoyu looked at Mo Xuanchen with a angrily gaze.

She also felt the mental power.

And this spiritual power comes from this seemingly innocent and indifferent man.

What kind of monster is this monster working for?!

Mo Xuanchen was still indifferent, but she met her eyes, but there was a moment of brilliance.

Ling Luoyu instantly understood the profound meaning in his eyes.

This monster is jealous!!!

He was so sad that Feng Chenglin was so close to him!

She withdrew her gaze speechlessly and looked at Feng Chenglin with quite sympathy.

Along the way, I'm afraid the fat man will suffer a little!

Feng Chenglin didn't know what was going on, but he knew it must have something to do with the black-faced man.

Could it be that they heard my complaint just now?!

He couldn't help but feel sad!

With his mysterious soul cultivation, he is definitely a straitor in the capital.

Because among the young talents, no one except Ling Luoyu was suppressed.

But now it's better!

In this ghost place, even if he is a grandson, he can be crushed at will!

However, when he saw those men in black, his mind became much more balanced.

Isn’t the cultivation level above the Xuanshen also being clamored by others?

His mysterious soul was crushed, how could he be so embarrassed?!

After a while, Fatty Feng felt much better.

When I met Ling Luoyu, I didn't say what happened just now.

Because he was afraid that Ling Luoyu would cause trouble for those people in order to stand up for him.

It doesn’t matter if he suffers some losses, but if he gets hurt by his brother, it’s his fault!
Chapter completed!